Letters From the House Between Still Winter #2 2015 Publication Date: 03/02/2014
It seems like I fall a lot. This is disturbing. If you spend that kind of unexpected contact with the ground, simply looking down can make you anxious. Maybe you fall down, too, but you don’t mention it? In January of 2014, I wrote in my journal that I had fallen while taking the garbage to the trash. I tripped on a brick step out by the alley, tore my pants and bruised my knees. In May of 2014 on my way out of the bank I fell because I was in a hurry to do my good deed for the day and make everyone love me and think I am indispensible. For awhile I lay on the sidewalk contemplating this do-good philosophy that was not doing me or God any good.
NOTES FROM TOAD HALL Spring #2 2014 Publication Date: 08/17/2014
We live in a climate where the seasons are sharp. There is no mistaking them. Winter freezes everything including our senses; but they waken again with the shifting south wind, in slight rises in temps, in clouds changing from steel gray to white muslin, when it is still well below freezing, we sniff the air and say, “I smell spring!”
It's interesting to track regional tastes and idiosyncrasies. This winter as the East Coast has been hammered by storms, my fellow Minnesotans have complained about our lack of snow. Like them I figure that if we have to endure frigid temperatures we might as well be able to enjoy the satisfaction of firing up the snow blower.
Wherever we live, however, we hear rumors of wars and disease, and find ourselves wondering about the perennial questions of the human condition. We yearn for meaning and significance, but find the quest too disappointing to stop drowning out our questions with busyness or entertainment or some form of self-medication.
Ransom exists to be a safe place to explore such things. We hope you find our reflections helpful. Thanks for visiting.